A Hollow Throne (Parker Chase Book 5) by Andrew Clawson

Author:Andrew Clawson [Clawson, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Golden Idol Publishing
Published: 2019-01-11T22:00:00+00:00

Philip,

I have lost those who seek these honours. I know of a safe place for storage, where you will find them waiting should I not return. Visit the house on shepherd’s hill, where the hound and horn announce death’s arrival. Below ground, by the water, you will find everything.

James

“Does house on shepherd’s hill mean anything to you?” Parker asked.

“No more than hound and horn announce death’s arrival does. Whatever it means, there must be water nearby.” Jane coughed, shaking her head. “We can research it later. No need to stay here any longer.”

“You won’t be going anywhere.” A new voice boomed through the bell tower, seeming to come from every direction. “If you move, I shoot.”

The ladder. A gun pointed at them from atop the narrow wooden rise, at the end of which a ghost waited.

“Christopher Jankowski.” Parker said it without thinking.

The man clambered uneasily to the top floor, limping as he moved. Bruising surrounded one eye, and a bandage was wrapped around his empty hand. “How do you know my name?” he asked, scowling.

Shit. Bad move. Parker edged toward Jane. “You dropped an inhaler at Stirling Castle. The police got your name from it.” Not quite true, but if he thought the cops knew who he was, it made killing them riskier. “They know you tried to kill us.”

Jankowski’s face twisted. “If you went to the police, why aren’t they here?”

Jane jumped in. “They’re not interested in scraps of writing or old theories. Catching two gunmen is what they care about.” That gave him another pause. Jankowski stepped forward, squinting as the sunlight hit his eyes. Parker touched Jane’s elbow and pulled her back a step, putting the bells between them and the gun.

“Stop moving!” Jankowski waved the gun and came at them. “Stay there or I shoot!” Slashes of dark and light flashed across his face, bright moving tattoos. When sunlight painted his entire jaw, Parker shoved Jane. Jankowski stepped forward, directly into a blinding patch of light.

The gunshot boomed off stone walls as the bullet went wide, a bell sparking as Parker tackled Jane to the ground. “Go around!” he shouted in her ear. At least he thought he shouted. Everything sounded like he had cotton in his ears. Jane scrambled away, scooting on all fours. Parker backed against the bell, the metal still vibrating from Jankowski’s bullet.

If I can’t hear, then he can’t either. Parker leaned around the bell and looked directly down a pistol barrel. The gun boomed again and a bullet whizzed past his face, shattering stone on the wall across from him. Shards dinged off the metal at his back as Parker dove for cover, searing pain slashing through his hand as he left a trail of red palm prints on the floorboards. He’d ripped his palm on the stone he’d levered out of the wall. Sharp but round, it resembled nothing so much as a rock baseball. Wiping the blood from his wound, he squinted at the rock and then at Jankowski. No more than ten feet separated Parker and the shooter.

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